a very careless inclination
and when I learned my first word
were you standing taller than I.
small soft skin not yet weathered
and I hate to meet a contrarian
you can't love with an irony-laced heart.
theres still a world out there
it makes sense you love it back
when your blood is from castrated superiors.
She is patient with the manhood of genius.
and she will never feel the afterglow of nurture to an insatiable sun
My bootstraps are unreachable
my bones break as I reach down.
the hand that feeds is no friend of mine.
It is a sin to be cared for
as the righteous seek beyond prayer.
Remember: if love has no sacrifice, it was never there.